Fifty-Two Cups of Poetry: Poem #3: Behind the Shed

Last week I began the Fifty-Two Cups of Poetry project. You can read it here.

I think all of us has some place that things just end up being stashed. Read on.

Behind the Shed

Broken flower baskets stashed under the eaves for safekeeping,

A dog toy we call Dirty Rope sits in a pool of mud,

The rusty garden shears areburied under the blue tarp,

And the stack of terra cotta pots seems to have multiplied again.

Somebody heaved the last pile of fall weeds out of sight from the house,

The cracked holder for potting soil is now full of water,

After lifting a broken chair the lost work glove was spotted,

And the lasting signs of dogs digging left holes to be filled.

Everyone has the place where things just get stashed,

Often it is out of sight, out of mind, out of the way,

As the winter turns to spring there is a nagging feeling,

Either we widen the shed or decide to clean up.

Christy Woolum, February 5,2018

The Shed Notebook: Photography Review

Sometimes I get overwhelmed with all the pictures I have stored. I have never done a good job at labeling pictures, but at least I named folders and they are listed in chronological order. Another goal of mine is to go through and remove pictures I don't need. If I have taken five shots of the same subject, I don't often go back and remove the ones that weren't good. Sigh. That is why I am overwhelmed.
But, another fine way of procrastinating is to just look at all the photos today and enjoy them. Here are some favorites I chose to share. The one above was taken when my brother and I took a tour of the Portland Rose Gardens. Yes, it was raining. I loved this because the couple weren't bothered by the rain. They were embracing the beauty of the flowers anyway.

This is the end of our driveway at Martin Creek in winter. I loved catching the late afternoon light in the winter.

I love this picture because I actually had enough sunflowers I raised myself to arrange a bouquet. Sunflowers in a vase light up the room.

Another favorite spot at Martin Creek wss our pond. I love the red leaves of the maple tree in autumn,